Letras:
Low Brass

you ask for permission to hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately

'm high or low Whether I'm high or low I'm gonna tip on the tightrope Baby, baby, baby Whether I'm high or low High or low I got to tip on the tightrope

[sound effects from tools] Nothin' ever (ever) happens in this town Feelin' low down (down), not a lot to do around here I thought that I would go right

hand grenade Soul stain blowing up in your own domain Firecrackers ooh and ahh but they never maintain Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low

1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 I'm real brass to smash with a fo'-fo' mag 'Cause

parks on fire Billy been cookin' up somethin' If you need a biscuit, come on then Billy has got it jumpin' Get it from a pro, get it for the low Get

prince of the game, wish you could see us We lay low glitter wax full bangles Priceless rolls, lay around the God, get tangled Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass

, you ask for permission to hit em He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately

Reed Well now, listen people let me tell you some news I'll sing a song called the crude oil blues We're low on heat .n all We're low on gas And I'